The Heart Of Oblivion by rfcl

Ruin lay right across my path, and every day, I saw it clearer, nearer, more absolutely unavoidable, a universal and memorable ending, a sullen rush and roar. What was in his mind I do not know, but in my own was merely the question. In a thousand ways he smoothed for me the path of knowledge.

There came a flare as he lit a small kerosene lamp. He led the way to a map upon the wall, and pointed with the end of his cigarette. A small crack appeared and sleep took me for its very own--swept me into the heart of oblivion. I changed my mind regarding the importance of pretty light and resolved to try my luck there.

In this way, I carry with me my own, constantly shifting cloud of flies.